My least favorite object in my room is the mirror
When I look at it,
all I see is horror.
I'm always overwhelmed by guilt and shame.
I always try to smile,
but all I see is the fear, hurt, pain and disappointments being masked,
I see the bags underneath my eyes, thanks to being an insomniac
I stare at my mouth and remember all the lies it has ever told,
I look at the body I always starved,
I look at the beautiful hoodie I'm putting on, covering my newest cuts.
Staring back at myself leaves me with feeling of self pity,
It's always like my reflection is judging me.
So now, I simply avoid eye contact with my reflection
That way, I don't feel so worthless.
©humble
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